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| Grandma Johnson's flamingo vase, against a photo Maggie found on the internet |
We had a huge thunderstorm last night while the idiots were rioting in Vancouver. Got nearly an inch of rain and some hail in our yard, but my flowers remain perky this morning except for the petunias. It was the oriental poppies I was worried about, but they're holding up fine:
Aside from my usual morning stroll around the yard to see what's new with the flowers — you never know when one will pop open unexpectedly from one hour to the next, let alone overnight — and after a good rain, to boot — I got a couple slices of toast down and gave Dad a quick call while I was thinking about him. He'll be here again in a week or so for the Margo Centennial celebrations.
Back to work I go.
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Those are gorgeous, Kate! I've never seen anything like that either
ReplyDeleteAnd that's not my collection, I just found it online and wish it was mine!
Yes - I have flamingo lust.
I love the flamingo vase. I love it even more than the flower. There is something wrong with that.
ReplyDeleteWell now you've made me realize just how lovely those poppies would look in that vase!
ReplyDeleteIn my grandmother's house in Shediac, there was a pitcher that looked just like that vase, but of course, with only one flamingo. I haven't thought about that for years and now I'm craving lemonade and a trip to N.B.
ReplyDeleteYou have New Brunswick connections! I spent a year or so in Kedgwick when I was 20 and have fond memories. We did drive along the east coast down to Moncton too so I must've rolled through Shediac. And I have a friend in Shippegan whom I haven't seen for many years.
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